HoT oNe here......

Check it if u like Mults yall about to love this shit..... here we go...



When I write, Flamez infest tha pen, u wont Test Again//
I dont buddy up, becuz I only have Tecs for friends//
Fuck ya crew, Make ya Best Decsend, Let em Rest wit Ten//
Ya Breath’ll End, I Leave Backs Wet Like yall iz Mexican//
Use to Slang Sacks, Paid off Weed N Cain Cash//
When i let this Thang Blast, U gon dance like Dame Dash//
Uz a Lame Bitch, Get burned when tha Flamez Blast//
Brainz Bashed, As far as yo corpse goes, Ya Framez Scrapped//
Ur Remainz Trashed, Charred N Burned to a Crisp//
U never pass my class, 2 Hard, U Learn wit diz Fifth//
That shit u talk will Earn u a Clip, In an Urn u will Sit//
Rot N Decompose ya Flesh, Then u really Turn 2 Da shit//
Heat Releasin, Ya Peepz Decreasin, Wit These Stingz//
Me N this Silvery Thing will get in ya ass like G-Strings//
Pass out Bullets, look at tha ammo this Courier Creep Wit//
Heavy Metal, I got more Straps than Victoria’s Secret//
U ignorin Than Go To Sleep Bitch, We hold more shellz Than Seashorez//
What i need to Creep For?, Just Release Four at These Whorez//
Out Ya crew u Their Best? Shit, Not quite There Yet//
I Scare Setz, Cuz I hold bitchez down like Hair Netz//
Whorez Cannot Beat Us, Leave u Porportioned Like Fetus//
Cut Up, 3 Stripez on ya Chest like u Endorsed By ADIDAS//
My Force iz my Heataz, u copied my game, and shit u Stenciled It//
But when this 9 Bang, You filled wit more led than Pencil Tips//
That’z tha End of Diz, Make sho u duck down when It Get Dark//
When my Tecs Spark, I hit Tha Spot like I’m Shootin out Checkmarks// (I'm on Point)
Cuz Endless Killin fillin this Pretensious Villian//
Aint no way to Go back, this Prozac won’t End This Feelin//
Step Up, see how Fast You will, I can Have you Killed//
Clear Sticky shit Up Like my Guns filled wit Vagisil//
I’m Glad u skilled, But I wonder How Mad U feel//
When U hear tha news That I’m signed for Half a Mil//
Look at the Postion ya in, It’s like you Fort is empty//
u do More than Tempt me, ammo? Of course theres Plenty//
I’m Vicous I close sets, ambitious to Hold Tec’s//
Kill u Overnight you’ll be sleepin wit fishes like Ko-tex//
In da street, Discreet I dispose threats, I beat ya whole bet//
How u drop a Duece expectin to deafeat my Whole Deck//
You fuckas will never Beat me, I won, ya Future is Fore-Told//
U still won’t Know if I sent u back in Time and Told U In Morse Code//

There u go HoT oNe droping it...